Description: A man with a warm, jovial air about him, he wears dull pastel sweaters, loose brown pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed nunchaku, just in case. His silver hair is still thick. His green eyes are desperate and heavily dilated. He has the appearance of someone under the heavy influence of drugs.

Personality: His voice, at times compared to that of a Nymph, lambasts those who consider themselves "civilized" with snide, belittling remarks; the subtle growl he speaks with growing louder in doing so, one can find it most pronounced, despite the otherwise natural purity of his tone. He keeps company with all sorts of races to see how they think and challenge minds foreign to his own.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: He is not mentally stable, and does not behave rationally.

Ideals: Gifted, Logical. Flaws: Addict, Cynical, Insane. Occupation: Carpenter

Voice: Farmer accent

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: He wears a simple burlap shirt and baggy pants. He conceals his quarterstaff with his veritable burlap sack of a shirt. He has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. His orange fur is drawn into a tight pony tail with a rose scrunchie. His ears are large.

Personality: Overbrimming with self-confidence, Sweet isn't afraid of most anything. He has a strong dislike to people who do not believe in Tabaxi unity. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: Sweet was born to in a poor docking district. He spent his early days working in the same smith shop his father was employed at, doing general labor. Over the years he perfected his riding and shooting skills. He has gone from town to town working and never settling down anywhere, but has fallen for a local Mayor. He hasn't told them the truth, but wants to settle down with them.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him; and he feels the way he acts is they only way to get by in the world

Ideals: Impeccable. Flaws: Ugly, Impulsive. Bonds: Poor, Nature. Occupation: Merchant

Voice: Old thin voice

Possessions: 600 sp.

Description: A middle-aged man, he wears a tattered pair of loose red pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, and is pretty ugly. His blonde hair is braided into rings. His fierce amber eyes like to dwell on things.

Personality: He can speak with the dead, and doesn't see much difference between the living and dead. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. After coming to the age of reason, Gimble took it upon himself to study the necromantic arts in their entirety; because of this, he was labeled a dark omen and banished from his homeland. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He wants nothing more than to rejoin the army.

Ideals: Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor, Military. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Creaky witch voice

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is bundled in multiple layers and is prepared for a desert trek wearing a turban that covers his face most of the time, but does not cut a very imposing figure. He walks with a slouch but will stand straight to his full 4'9" when asserting himself. His blonde hair is slicked back into a classic pompadour. This brown eyed westerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Aramil will drive conversation. He is however greedy and will demand payment and proof of collateral's value and will produce a merchant's scale to make sure he is not cheated out of a speck.

History: Aramil was raised in a hard working conservative environment. His father disappeared, and while he tried to raise money to find his father, he was betrayed dozens of times. He now owns his own business.

Motivation: His spouse's relatives view him with great suspicion; and he is terrified, and will act out of fear

Ideals: Extrovert, Entrepeneur. Flaws: Fearful. Bonds: Job, Family. Occupation: Hunter

Voice: Speaks fast with a slight lisp

Possessions: 7000 gp. Silver comb with moonstones (100 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp). Ceremonial electrum dagger with a star ruby in the pommel (600 gp). Cloth of gold vestments (160 gp). Embroidered and bejeweled glove (2000 gp). A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (160 gp). Silver ewer (10 gp). Black velvet mask with numerous citrines (160 gp). Brass mug with jade inlays (100 gp).

Description: What flesh remains visible is marred by burns. He dresses like a well dressed Masseuse does. He has wavy white hair. He has several tiny ruby earrings on each ear.

Personality: He goes out his way to put a smile on everyone's face. There's no-one he won't accept into his heart. He is obsessed with his god.

History: He got into the Masseuse business at a young age. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He has worked as a Masseuse like his mother before him.

Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure

Ideals: Optimist. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Job, Rich, Religious. Occupation: Masseuse

Voice: Breathy voice

Possessions: 400 pp. A small bag of saffron. (30 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (1000 gp). 1 Minor magic item.